After storing the gold bars, Chu Heng wiped himself away and went to the cart again, and continued to sort out the various antiques and treasures in the boxes on it.
Just like that, half an hour flew by in the blink of an eye.
Chu Heng finally placed the last box of jade items away.
Immediately, he came to a full huanghuali noodle cabinet, took out a thick notebook, and roughly recorded what he had obtained today.
In total, there are twenty-three paintings and calligraphy, fifty-eight pieces of jade, thirty-one ceramics, gold and silver objects, lacquerware and various miscellaneous items, totaling one hundred and twenty-nine.
And each one is a treasure, nothing is ordinary.
"not bad!"
After recording, Chu Heng put the notebook back calmly and disappeared into the warehouse.
It was already past midnight outside.
A group of dark clouds covered the crescent moon at some point, making the night dark and gloomy. Suddenly, the wind howled coldly, rolled up some paper balls, and dragged garbage such as dead branches on the ground, making bursts of noise.
There was a strange rustling sound, as if countless people were walking at night, but not a single shadow was seen.
"It can't be haunted, right?"
Chu Heng looked around with excitement. For a long time, he didn't see any headless ghosts or embroidered shoes. He finally shook his head in disappointment, took out his bicycle, sat on it, and disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye.
The direction he left was not Xiaolihua, but the direction of the old man's home in Qingyuan.
That old man was his master, and he was celebrating the New Year, so he had to go there both emotionally and rationally.
The old man's identity was somewhat special, and many people were watching him. Even he didn't dare to go there blatantly during the day, so he could only take a look at it at night to wish him a happy new year.
In the quiet night, Chu Heng rode silently, thinking about various trivial matters in his mind.
In a daze, they arrived outside the courtyard of the old man's house.
After parking his bicycle, he casually took out a bunch of fruits, tobacco, wine, cakes, bacon, smoked chicken, sausages and other relatively affordable items from the warehouse, then stepped to the door and raised his hand to gently knock the door knocker.
"Dong dong dong!"
A muffled sound originating from ancient times circled and echoed in the night sky.
A few moments.
There were footsteps in the courtyard, like a night owl, light and cautious.
Chu Heng's ears twitched, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously. He could tell from the footsteps that they were the footsteps of the old man's daughter, Na Dongzhen.
After a while, footsteps came to the door, and Dongzhen asked anxiously: "Who?"
"I, Chu Heng."
"Brother Tsuneko!"
The look on Na Dongzhen's face was instantly filled with surprise. She hurriedly removed the latch and opened the heavy door with force.
Looking at the tall figure in the darkness, she walked forward happily and welcomed the person in: "Brother, come in quickly."
"Coming here late at night will disturb your rest again." Chu Heng stepped into the room with a smile, the wine bottle in his hand clinking loudly.
"What are you talking about? It's already great that you can come and see us." Na Dongzhen took some of the things from his hand with a smile. This was the first New Year gift that their family received after the Chinese New Year.
I think the old man will be very happy when he sees it.
The two exchanged some pleasantries, and Chu Heng and Na Dongzhen went to the backyard together, talking and laughing.
By this time, the family members had all woken up.
The old lady with a pair of three-inch golden lotus flowers was sitting on the kang wearing a shabby and shabby coat. She frowned and said, "Who could it be this late at night? It can't be those grandsons..."
"Don't think about it." The old man got dressed and got off the kang with a profound smile on his face: "If you guessed it right, I will have good wine to drink again!"
When the old lady heard this, her expression changed, and a happy smile appeared on her face: "Is it Hengzi who is here?"
With that said, she quickly got up and got dressed.
"Who else could it be if he wasn't him? Since he arranged for people to help out, how long has it been since our family had no one come over in the middle of the night?" Qingyuan happily put on his shoes and went to the ground. His face has not been very good since the Chinese New Year until now.
Finally the clouds cleared and the sun finally came out.
He went straight to the chest of drawers, dug out a small jar of treasured tea, and took down a half-used aluminum teapot from the cabinet. He then found a thermos, went to the Eight Immortals table in the room, and brewed a full pot of tea.
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And just as the tea was brewing, chatter and laughter could be heard outside the house.
"Coming!"
The smile on the old man's face became even brighter. He quickly straightened his patched jacket and straightened his messy hair. After all, he was still a half-hearted master, so he had to be more decent to avoid being squeezed out again.
Not long after, the door opened, and Na Dongzhen happily led Chu Heng in.
As soon as Fang entered the room, he quickly put the things in his hands aside, stepped forward and bowed his hands to the old lady sitting on the kang, and said with a smile: "Old lady, Chu Heng wishes you a happy new year. I wish you happiness and good health.
, good fortune and good fortune!"
"Okay, okay." The old lady nodded with a smile, then took out a small package wrapped in red paper from her pocket and handed it over: "It doesn't cost much, just for good luck."
"I have to keep this." Chu Heng stepped forward with a smile, took the red envelope from her hand, then turned around and ran to Qingyuan, performing a nondescript ancient Manchu ritual: "That's good luck!"
"Haha, you kid, you know how to do things!"
Na Qingyuan laughed and stretched out a leg, kicked him lightly, and pointed at the teapot on the table: "Come over and sit down, I just made some good Longjing tea."
"Yes!" Chu Heng straightened up and came to sit next to the old man. Immediately, he saw his nose twitching, his brows raised, he looked at the teapot on the table, and said with a smile: "This tea... comes from Longjing in Tianzhu.
?”
"You have such a stupid nose!" Na Qingyuan said with a smile.
"ah!"
At this time, Na Dongzhen, who was sorting out the things brought by Chu Heng, suddenly exclaimed. Looking at the bag of fruits in his hand, his eyes went straight: "Dad, Mom, look, there are grapes and strawberries."
Well, this is the first time I’ve seen this in winter.”
"Hey, this is really new." The old man squinted his eyes and asked Chu Heng in surprise: "Where did you get these rare goods?"
"It was a gift from a friend in the south." Chu Heng said in a accustomed tone, reached out to pick up the teapot, and poured two cups on his own without being polite at all.
Qingyuan took another look at the sausages, candies and other things he brought that were often eaten at home in the past but are rare to see now. His heart warmed and he sighed: "I'm interested."
"My father-in-law, if you say this, it's a big deal." Chu Heng smiled nonchalantly, picked up the teacup, and started chatting with the old man and the others.
After a while.
The old man's sons and daughter-in-law also came to the house and talked with him.
The courtyard, which had been deserted for a long time, suddenly became lively.
After half an hour of this.
Chu Heng then left the house with the family members seeing him off.
Standing in front of the two ancient gates, Chu Heng turned his head and looked back at the dilapidated compound, then with a bit of regret, he got on the car and drove towards the distance.
It's a pity that the old man didn't bring out those grandsons...